My daughter went to the Auckland Botanical Gardens today on an educational field trip. She is one of the school’s head gardeners and a small team of 4 went along with the head of their conservation department. They had an opportunity to plant more trees and in the process learn about certain tree and plant types.
While they were walking around, one of the educators handed Annebell this strange looking greenery. She was told it is a fig, but I am not convinced. It looks more like an artichoke to me. But I must admit, when you slice it open it does smell like a fig, but I can’t tell if any of the flesh is edible.
Nature surely is mysterious.
Living on a farm brings with it new neighbours. And no, I don’t mean the nosey, noisy type you can do without. But the 4 legged type.
The calves are usually not friendly as they don’t have much contact with us two legged type unless they are being transported. The paddocks around us are usually offered up as grazing for farmers with horses, calves, cows and cheep.
This particular young bull was quiet curious and came up close enough for these up-close-and-personal photos.
Living the rural life.
Plant? Fruit? Seed?
I found this strange looking plant in our garden today, in different areas. I can’t help but hope that it is some sort of erotic fruit.
I have had some responses to this photo, with most leaning towards a horrible weed that carries a warning from Conservation New Zealand, especially in the rural Auckland areas, in which case it needs to be burned, literally!
As the sun start to set earlier, we have some of the most breathtakingly beautiful sunsets late afternoon. Today was no different.
We have a long driveway and a row of large trees that soldier beside it. All these trees loose their leaves during autumn so the array of colors that radiant from each individual leave when the sunrays touches them is mesmerizing. Each leave is a different shade of orange, red, auburn, copper, yellow. I stood underneath one of the trees and at every angle a different part of the tree lit up.
An artists dream.
A touch of frost in late May, when inhaling the cold air burns your lungs and you see your warm breath leave your mouth. Ah, winter is approaching.
This little creature greeted us when we got home. I would like to believe that he was waiting for our return with open arms as we found him on the welcoming mat.
“Here’s looking at you kid”.
Today my daughter and I saw the most beautiful rainbow right above our house and we couldn’t help but think of loved ones who are not longer with us.
I remember my uncle Harry who drowned in the rough seas of Kwazulu-Natal on 23 December 2000. My oupa who passed away in May 2005 from deteriorating health conditions. My ouma who passed away in 2010 from a heart disease. Unfortunately I couldn’t attend her funeral as we didn’t have the finances for me to fly back to South Africa. I was heart broken and felt terribly guilty. I remember my uncle Dawie who committed suicide in May 2013 and left behind a wife and two sons. And we remember Erin, my daughter’s one rhythmic gymnastics coach who passed away February of last year from cancer.
Rainbows evoke memories but also represents rejuvenation of all things broken.
Rejuvenate the soul
Fill our hearts with desire
Embracing hopeful adventures.